[Chandra, of course, is utterly unbothered by the smell of burnt anything. Flesh, toast, wood, water, corpses, all of it? It's just fine with her. But she walks over and nudges the blackened body with a boot.]
Mind magic, maybe? It could've tapped into our memories somehow. It knew we were both fond of him, at least.
[Which is about as far as she can say for her own opinions of Jace. He was alright. Weird, but alright. Liliana, of course, probably felt differently.]
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[Chandra, of course, is utterly unbothered by the smell of burnt anything. Flesh, toast, wood, water, corpses, all of it? It's just fine with her. But she walks over and nudges the blackened body with a boot.]
Mind magic, maybe? It could've tapped into our memories somehow. It knew we were both fond of him, at least.
[Which is about as far as she can say for her own opinions of Jace. He was alright. Weird, but alright. Liliana, of course, probably felt differently.]